So, I’m enjoying blogging a ton and, yet, I haven’t posted anything in a few weeks. At first, I was feeling . . . well . . . lame. Lame for not posting in days and days. Maybe I’m not a true blogger, I lamented. Maybe I’ve lost the love. Shudder to think, maybe all my grand musings were used up in a few posts. Is that all I’ve got in me?
Certainly not. So, I considered it a bit more. I found that, actually, I just didn’t have anything that I really wanted to write about. There are plenty of people writing and talking these days. About things they probably should keep to themselves. (I can certainly look back over my last 20 adult(ish) years and think of things I wish I could stuff back into my mouth.) Believe me, after watching the Obama/Hilary debate here in Cleveland a week or so ago, I certainly had some thoughts. Again, proof that sometimes we just shouldn’t say the things that we think.
Truth be told, plodding along through the gray days of February in Northeast Ohio during an election year is a little numbing. During a stretch like that, maybe silence really is golden.
